I always knew that guys had it easier in regard to a lot of every day things. Their morning get-ready routine goes as follows: Shit. Shower. Shave., which are known collectively as “The Three Esses.” No fussing about with makeup or hair styling or any of that noise. Their haircuts cost less. They don’t have to fuss over clothing choices (usually) and generally aren’t that picky as to whether or not their clothing is clean. It took me years to convince Steve-o that sniffing the crotch of one’s pants is not an acceptable method to discern the difference between “soiled” and “fresh.” They eat anything as long as it contains the three food groups- caffeine, nicotine, sugar and grease, remembering always that alcohol is a sugar.
The bad thing is that some of the guys I know probably have to have someone write down the Three Esses on their bathroom mirror, lest they forget them. Of course I would have to add a bit of a dental hygiene regimen to that- please brush your teeth, and Listerine is not a bad idea either!
I finally figured out what the major advantage is to being born male:
When a male child is born it is as if the universe makes a statement to him. You are made exempt from household chores by the magical power of possessing the Twig and Berries! Schwing! Jerry never literally spelled it out that way, but in practical application he might as well have. A swinging Johnson apparently gets nearly half of the human population out of a LOT of work.
I did manage to take a nice, long wander about in the Marion Cemetery yesterday. I dumped a lot of the crap in my memory card (several times) and still didn’t scratch the surface as to cool old gravestones to take pics of. The angel (above) really struck me. I hadn’t noticed it there before, but the entire cemetery is about two square miles which is a lot of wandering about. Most of my wanderings yesterday were in the old / high faluting part of the cemetery with the really over the top monuments. For those who think old ostentatious grave markers are really way cool also, you can view the slideshow on Shutterfly . Nobody did death like the Victorians.
I was shocked by the number of stillborn infants, very young children, and women who died in their early-to-mid twenties, though I shouldn’t have been. In the 19th and early 20th centuries one in four women died in childbirth and infant mortality was at times almost 50%. Usually there were no causes of death on the gravestones except for the some of the Civil War Veterans who were killed in action.
I find this one particularly sad. Either Wallie was an only child, his parents had a lot of money, or both. It’s beautiful and heartbreaking at the same time.
Life is a limited time offer. I guess that is the lesson to take away from an afternoon in the graveyard.
Oh, yeah. It’s been a very long time.